The Phoenix's Mark Book 1: Dogs of War

Chapter 6

"What the fuck do you want?" Emil demanded, after he pulled open the front door to find Greg on the other side.

"Hello, to you, too," Greg replied, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you always have to be such an ass? I've never done anything to you."

Emil took a threatening step closer. "I may not know you that well, but my better instinct tells me I shouldn't like you. And when my instinct tells me not to like people, it has yet to be wrong," he responded, in a hard voice.

"Whatever. Are you gonna let me in or not?" Greg demanded.

"Not," Emil said, before slamming the door in his face.

"What the fuck, Emil?" Sarah snapped from behind him. "Why are you being an asshole?"

"Trust me sis, there's something wrong with that guy," Emil tried explaining.

"Well even though you don't like him for no reason, he's still my boyfriend," she snapped pulling the door open. "I'm sorry, come on in, my brother's being an asshole," she told Greg.

"Mom and dad aren't home. If they get home and see him here, he'll probably stab him, or something," Emil stated as he retreated up the stairs to his room.

Greg pushed his eyebrows together. "Wait, is he serious?" he asked, frantic.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "No, he's not serious. What my father did is a thing of the past, and he's over it now. It was his other personality, not him. Trust me, my father's not gonna stab you."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It was impolite of me. Forgive me?" he said, smiling as he wrapped her in a tight embrace.

"I can try," she answered, returning his smile. He bent down, kissing her gently on the lips. "You want to watch a movie?" she asked when he lifted his head from hers.

"We could do that," he replied, leading her to the living room. "Or we could do something else."

"Like what?" she asked as he lead her to the coach, her heart racing.

"This," he replied, as he kissed her gently on the lips.

The usual tingling she got at the back of her throat when they kissed made itself known. It was tolerable, but it was there none the less. The tingle intensified as their tongues twisted around each other. His hands began to roam her body. Ignoring the burning itch at the back of her throat, she pulled him closer to her. The two of them dropped on the coach as he moved his hands up her back, under her shirt, and began to unfasten her bra. He moved his lips to her neck. The pain became unbearable as she found herself unable to breathe.

"Stop," she managed choke out.

"Greg, stop," she tried again. But his hands continued roaming her body and he continued kissing and sucking the tender flesh of her neck.

"Why should we stop?" he asked. "This is what you want, isn't it?" He moved his lips to hers and kissed her deeply.

Tears began to form in her eyes. "Greg, please," she begged.

Hands tightened on his shoulders and forcefully pulled him off, throwing him half way across the room. He stood to find Emil staring angrily at him. Greg tried to stand, but Emil's foot found his face before he was able to. Emil kicked again, this time his foot pounding hard into his side, causing him to roll over. Emil lifted him from the ground, sending punches to his face.

Greg retaliated by throwing his arm as fast and hard as he could towards Emil's face. Emil easily caught his arm before it made contact. He brought his elbow around, Striking Greg in the face, and finally, struck him in the throat with an open-handed jab. Greg landed on his knees, bending over as he coughed up blood. Emil grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him the door, throwing him on the cement walkway before slamming the door, hard.